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by Tris Blake

Stupid girl.

  To push my traitorous thoughts away, I reached for another cloth and washed him. He groaned, his head thrown back as I massaged his softening manhood. I didn’t forget about his balls either. Once I’d cleaned him, I dropped the washrag to scratch his ball sac with my nails.

  “Fuck, Emma,” he spat. “I’m going to bend you over this sink and fuck you blind if you don’t stop teasing me.”

  My grin bloomed. “Promise?”

  He growled and yanked me into his embrace. Our tongues tangled, dueled until another knock on the office door thwarted our ardor. We heaved for air.

  “Mr. Harper? Your phone is off-hook. The meeting starts in fifteen. Are you ready or do we need to reschedule the conference call?”

  “Emma and I are just finishing up a few details. We’ll be right there,” Ben returned.

  His forlorn expression gave me a jolt of energy. He didn’t want to attend this meeting any more than I did. He confirmed my thoughts a second later.

  “I’d rather stay here and fuck you until you can’t walk, but duty calls.”

  He strode out of the bathroom ahead of me, picked up my dress, and extended it to me. His expression clearly indicated disappointment as I accepted his offer and slipped the garment over my head. I returned to the bathroom to check my hair and makeup. I added fresh lipstick.

  “I’m just going to kiss that off you first chance I get.”

  He’d sidled up behind me while straightening his tie. I giggled. He kissed my neck. His lips traveled to my ear to bite the lobe. I gasped and I felt myself creaming for him.

  “I smell your arousal, dirty girl.”

  I puffed again, and he chuckled. I reached for another cloth. He stopped me with a hand to my wrist.

  “Don’t wipe your excitement away.”

  “But the others will…”

  “Be jealous that your mine. Leave it. I want to see a white spot on the inside of your dress when the meeting is over. I will check as soon as the others leave the room.”

  I could only stare.

  Holy shit.

  He meant it.

  He wanted to smell me, wanted me creaming for him.

  And didn’t care who else might know.

  A sliver of excitement rocked my body.

  But the thought of others knowing I fucked Mr. Harper worried me more. They would think the worst of me; think me a whore, that I did this to get a promotion or a raise.

  Or worse.

  Not my motivation at all.

  I hadn’t even known it was him in the beginning. He’d caught me and reeled me in by text with my own sexual curiosity being the perfect bait.

  Unaware of my internal battle, he chuckled again, pulled me close for one last kiss before he turned, stalked to the door, unlocked it, and strode out without a care in the world.

  I glanced at myself one last time with a sigh, straightened my hair, and wiped a smudge from my lips before I strode to my desk for my notes.

  I could only hope this didn’t harm my already unsteady standing in the office. If anyone knew, and Ben didn’t seem to care if anyone found out, I feared things would get ugly.

  I don’t think he understands what I have to lose by fucking him.

  I forgot my traitorous thoughts when I entered the conference room. Chatter happened all around me. Only one person noticed me.

  Benjamin Harper.

  His hot, laser beam eyes remained on me even after I took my seat next to him. He leaned close, opened his mouth to speak when an older executive still around from Ben’s father’s reign, interrupted in a raspy, smoker’s voice.

  “Emma,” Ralph said. “I forgot my report. Could you fetch it for me?

  I sighed, pushed my chair back to play gopher yet again.

  Ben placed a hand on my arm, pausing me.

  “Ralph, Emma is my PA. Just because she is the only assistant allowed in our meetings doesn’t mean she is available to run your errands anymore.”

  The whole room went quiet. All eyes landed on me. I felt heat surge into my face.

  Ben then turned to address the whole table full of folks.

  “You each have your own assistants. I suggest you put them to work or get them off my payroll. And come prepared to the meetings from now on. I’m tired of the constant delays from your weary, old minds.”

  I held my breath, stared at the table-top as I waited for the complaints to start. The elder executives didn’t like to be reminded of their age or failures.

  No one made any snarky remarks.

  Unusual.

  Ralph stood and excused himself quietly. A few questions began as they prepared for the conference call with a customer they’d been courting for months.

  “Do you need anything, Sir,” I asked Ben, thanking him with my eyes.

  He inhaled deeply, releasing the breath on a sigh. “Yes, but it will have to wait unless you’re into exhibitionism. Sit tight, Emma. This shouldn’t take long.”

  I almost laughed out loud from his reply. I’m glad he realized I wasn’t into that, but if we kept having sex at the office, someone would eventually catch us in the act. My heart decided to come to a complete halt with that thought.

  I choked.

  Ben rapped me on the back and handed me a bottle of water. I took a long drink in trying to calm myself down.

  Ralph returned with a folder of paperwork and sat without a word. The video call initiated.

  I listened until I felt Ben’s hand on my thigh. Instinct forced my gaze around the table, sure we’d be caught. Everyone remained glued to the screen for the video conference.

  He squeezed my thigh, his hand sliding closer to my cooch. I spread my legs for him. I held my breath waiting, longing for his probing touch, but he removed his hand.

  I had to repress the sigh at the loss of his ministrations.

  My phone vibrated. I swiped my finger to find a text.

  I’m going to make you scream with multiple orgasms as soon as the room clears.

  I fought to suppress the moan from reading his damn text. I didn’t think the meeting would ever end. Finally, they made a deal, and the call concluded. After congratulations, everyone filed out.

  But me.

  And Ben.

  I sensed his hot gaze on me.

  I didn’t spare him a glance or I’d lose it.

  “Emma, close and lock the door.”

  I pushed my chair back and strode across the room. I did as he’d asked, then turned and leaned against the door, awaiting his next command, my gaze on the floor.

  He swiveled the chair toward me, his legs spread wide.

  “On your knees, Emma. Crawl to me.”

  My heart thudded. Defiant, my eyes connected to his only to find them full of heat and need.

  A cry of want slipped passed my suddenly dry throat. My body responded all on its own and I dropped to my knees. I crawled to him, slow and easy, my chest heaving.

  His breathing came fast, too, his expression filled with yearning. He stroked his length trapped beneath his trousers.

  “Emma, you are so fucking hot. I want your pretty mouth on me.”

  My limbs trembled with excitement. I hurried to him, knelt between his legs, and went to work on releasing him.

  I gasped once he sprang free. His size always seemed to shock me. I licked my lips and heard him groan above me. His hands gripped the chair arms tight, his knuckles had turned white.

  I didn’t want to disappoint.

  I took him in hand and stroked.

  “Sir, you’re so big. I love your cock.”

  He groaned again.

  I noticed pre-cum trickling from his opening. I licked him, tonguing his slit. He rewarded me with a slew of curses and encouragements. I dragged my tongue around the crown, kissed the tip, and slurped more pre-cum into my mouth. His whole body vibrated now. He fought to remain still. The chair creaked as his grip tightened on the arms.

  “Emma, quit toying with me,” he strangled out.

  I c
losed my mouth around the head and bobbed gently, applying suction and swirling my tongue. As he cursed again, I relaxed my throat to take him half-way in. I held there a moment, my mouth watering, and allowed my saliva to drip down his shaft.

  “Dammit, Emma,” he snarled. “Stop teasing or so help me…”

  I dropped over his cock, swallowing him whole. I resisted my gag reflex by swallowing.

  This made him moan louder. His fingers filtered into my hair. He gripped the strands, but didn’t pull. He allowed me to set the pace. I alternated between fast and slow until I took all of him and held, swallowing repeatedly.

  He cursed. His hips bobbed, then he stilled, fighting the need to fuck my face like he really wanted. I didn’t want him to hold back, but the need to breathe won, and I rose, tickling him with my tongue on my lift.

  I leaned back on my heels, and heaved to catch my breath as his slick, hard dick slapped against his eight-pack abs. My eyes watered and tears streaked my face, but I couldn’t miss his fierce expression.

  “Stand up, Emma,” he commanded.

  I rose, but my shaky knees threatened to push me back to the floor. His hands on my waist steadied me.

  “Turn around.” His hands remained, balancing me as I turned. “Pull the dress up.”

  My heart boomed.

  I knew what he wanted to see.

  He wouldn’t be disappointed.

  I balanced with one hand on the table as I pushed my ass toward him and lifted the fabric.

  His growl resounded right in my clit, and my lust ran down my thighs.

  He didn’t miss it either.

  His rumble became almost feral.

  He shoved me over the conference table, spread me wide and devoured my still gushing slit.

  I came in an instant and without permission, and yet he didn’t slow down. In fact, he said, “Again.”

  My body obeyed his command, and I collapsed to the table, yet he still ate at me. I moaned, and begged for mercy. He increased his assault, leaving me trembling uncontrollably.

  “Again,” he ordered.

  Exhausted, yet my body released again. I floated. Slowly my senses returned. I realized he fingered me and rubbed my swollen and sensitive clit. I inhaled deeply. My eyes fluttered open.

  “There she is.”

  I also comprehended he lay over me as he worked my hole. He kissed my shoulder. I purred, wiggled against his hard, hot rod wedged against my hip.

  “I want my dirty girl awake for this.”

  “For what?” I goaded, my voice raspy from deep throating him.

  He removed his fingers and shoved his cock inside me with a fierce jab.

  I couldn’t help it.

  I screamed as I came yet again.

  A knock sounded on the door as I gasped for air.

  “Mr. Harper?” the knob jiggled. “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is fine,” he said in a steady, authoritative voice. “Miss Somers saw a spider. I saved her. All is well.”

  “Yesssir,” came the male response, then footsteps led away, followed by silence.

  I shook with nerves.

  Everyone would know now.

  Oh, God.

  Had my new obsession with the boss ruined my career?

  His lips touched my ear. “Quit worrying, dirty girl. You’re mine. I protect what’s mine.”

  I shuddered beneath him with another orgasm from his words alone.

  He lunged a few more times and followed me over the edge. He recovered much too quick, pulling out, and leaving me breathless.

  “I want you to go home now.”

  I pushed off the table and turned to face him, my brows furrowed in worry and anger. Was he firing me? Was that his way of protecting me? Leaving me jobless?

  “Grab something to eat on your way home. You’ll need your strength. Get cleaned up and pack a bag. You’re staying with me tonight. Be at my penthouse at eight. I’ll text you the address. The doorman will be expecting you. Do not be late.”

  My heart thundered with excitement.

  “Yessir,” I agreed. “I’ll be there.”

  …to be continued…

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  Demand – to claim as a right

  I had my bag packed for an overnight stay at Mr. Harper’s, I mean Ben’s, penthouse. He’d demanded I stay tonight, had even sent me home early after our tryst in the conference room to prepare. He’d swatted my bottom on my way out which only served to make me hornier.

  I texted him to let him know I was on my way to his place.

  I loved to follow his demands. I loved pleasing him which he rewarded with my own pleasure. The greatest pleasure I’d ever known. I loved his command of my body, and couldn’t wait to be with him again.

  I know, I know. I’m a fool.

  But what’s a girl to do when he had me wrapped around his huge pickle?

  And I didn’t want whatever this was we shared to end. I couldn’t stop thinking about him as I waited for the box to take me to the top floor.

  I wondered what he’d do to me in this elevator. I watched in the mirrored doors as a smile curled my lips. I knew exactly what he’d do. He’d shove me against the wall, his mouth clashing with mine. Then he’d lift my legs until they wrapped around his waist. With my thighs straddling his hips, he would fuck me hard against the elevator wall.

  Wetness ran down my leg with the thought alone. I shuddered as the elevator dinged, snapping me from my daydreams.

  I stepped onto his floor, turned toward his penthouse at the end of the hall to see Ben in his doorway, shirtless, and in a tight embrace with a tall, thin woman with flowing dark hair that hung past her waist.

  My heart fell to the floor then sprang back in place to pound so hard, I thought I might hyperventilate.

  She wore red spiked heels and a sexy black dress. Beautiful. Everything I’m not and never will be. The peck they shared shattered any illusion of lasting happiness with this man.

  Smack my head, I’m so stupid for thinking I was his only lover.

  He told me I belonged to him, but he never said he belonged to me. I’d forgotten our relationship, or lack thereof, relied on sex.

  I’d forgotten I was an affair.

  Okay, so I have the memory of a gnat.

  But I wouldn’t be made a fool of.

  I strode toward them, determination in my steps.

  The woman crooked her head and appraised me. She sent a smug smile my way before she bit his shoulder. He laughed, damn him, then caught sight of me.

  I held my head high.

  He pushed from the woman’s embrace to pace to me.

  “There she is. Emma, I’d like you to meet my friend, Daphne. Daphne, Emma.”

  “Charmed, I’m sure,” the bitch drawled before I could say anything, eyeing me from head to toe. Her head snapped to Ben. “I must be going, Love. From the looks of things, I’m sure I’ll be hearing from you soon.”

  She smirked at me as she passed. I watched her hips sway as she walked, then turned my glare on Ben, who stared at me. I had to give him credit, he didn’t watch her leave.

  “Come on in, Emma.” He swept his hand toward the opening in invitation as if I hadn’t just caught him in anoth
er woman’s embrace.

  I strode into the apartment ready to question him, and gasped. I dropped my bag. A gourmet kitchen to my right gleamed as if brand new or never used. The floor to ceiling windows in the living area gave an excellent view of the downtown city skyline.

  I paced passed the modern furniture to stare out. I saw him approach in the glass. His hands settled on my waist. His mouth covered the pulse pounding my neck.

  “Take off the dress, Emma.”

  “I think we need to talk first.” I scurried from his touch before I melted and forgot what I wanted to talk about. He had that strong a hold on me. I had to force myself not to forget my self-respect.

  “I didn’t have sex with her if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  “That’s exactly what I was wondering. I also want to know what the hell you’re doing with me when you can have her.”

  His brow rose as if I’d shocked him with my question. Then he laughed. A spirt of anger singed my blood.

  “We’ve never been a couple, just fuck buddies when time allowed, but I don’t want her. What we had was never anything serious, and we haven’t even hooked up in over a year. She’s just passing through town and wanted some time. I told her ‘no’, that I was seeing someone.”

  “Why?”

  “Why, what?”

  “Why did you tell her ‘no’?”

  His head tilted. “Clean out your ears, dirty girl. Because I’m seeing you, I want you.”

  My heart fluttered, but I couldn’t allow myself be charmed with his dazzling words. I sat on the nearby chair, my knees weak. He sat across from me, grabbed hold of my hands. Shivers engulfed me.

  “Emma, tell me what’s on your mind. What’s bothering you?”

  “If you didn’t have sex with her, why is your shirt off?”

  “I was changing when the doorbell rang. I thought it would be you and didn’t check the peephole.”

  “Y-you said I was yours, but you never said you were mine. I need to know what you expect of me, because I don’t want to share. Or be shared for that matter. If you’re going to fuck other women while you fuck me, or expect me to fuck others for your entertainment, then I want out.” I stood.